Away with modesty and flattery! Remember, you are the priestess of the night. Even in the daylight the dark lustre of your abundant hair, the bright black of your earnest eyes, the majesty of your brow and your entire body, all proclaim it.
My eyes droop while you praise, because the noisy morning dazzles and the joyous songs of the merry birds strengthen and awe my soul. At another time my ear would eagerly drink in my lovely friend’s sweet talk here in the quiet, dark coolness of the evening.
It is not vain fantasy. My longing for you is constant and everlastingly unsatisfied.
Be it what it may, you are the object in which my being finds peace.
Holy peace, dear friend, I have found only in that longing.
And I have found that holy longing in this beautiful peace.
Alas, that the garish light is permitted to lift the veil that so concealed those flames, that the play of the senses was fain to cool and assuage the burning soul.
And so sometimes the cold and serious day will annihilate the warm night of life, when youth flies by and I renounce you, even as you once more greatly renounced great love.
Oh, that I might show you my unknown friend, and her the wonder of my wondrous happiness.
You love her still and will love her forever, though forever mine. That is the wonder of your wondrous heart.
No more wondrous than yours. I see you, clasped against my breast, playing with your Guido’s locks, while we twain in brotherly union adorn your serious brow with eternal wreaths of joy.
Let rest in darkness, bring not forth into light, that which blooms sacredly in the quiet depths of the heart.
Where may the billow of life be sporting with the impulsive youth whom tender feeling and wild fate vehemently dragged into the harsh world?
Uniquely transfigured, the pure image of the noble Unknown shines in the blue sky of your pure soul.
Oh eternal longing! But surely the futile desire, the vain glare, of the day will grow dim and go out, and there will be forever more the restful feeling of a great night of love.